This can't keep happening to me. My emotions are seriously getting out of whack.
I don't know how many times I've accepted my death in the last few months and somehow lived to see the next day. The first few times, I just thought it was luck.
Ok, I'm saved, what a miracle.
But the reality is, I've soon come to realize, this stupid idiot is seriously the best guardian angel out there. His timing is impeccable too. He couldn't find us five minutes ago when we weren't practically swimming in our prison, when we weren't laughing and crying like idiots.
No, he has to come dashing in on his white horse when I'm bracing myself to meet Satan. Or God. Or both.
"Nice of you to show up," I mutter underneath my breath, feeling more than a little bitter at both the timing of his appearance and the emotions flaring up within me.
